At this time, Chris did not know when he came down from the stairs, and stood on the stairs behind Mr. Osborne. There was anger in his cold eyes.
"What letter?" It was clearly a boy's voice, but it was so low that it made one's heart sink.
George looked at Mr. Osborne, "It's nothing, sir. It's just some invitation letters sent to the sir for various meetings."
Chris walked over step by step, with a sideways face, with a sharp suspicion, "What letter."
George sucked in a breathless breath.
"A letter from that Chinese boy named Lin." Mr. Osborne began.
"Where is it?" Chris stood in front of Mr. Osborne, looking straight into the other's eyes.
"You are my son, and you don't need to deal with those lower classes. They won't do you any favors, they just want to get something from you." The son's anger couldn't affect Mr. Osborne's mood in the slightest. He slowly picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee.
"I said, don't think about my choice." Chris's voice was icy cold, and the air gradually ignited the smell of gunpowder.
George stepped back. This young master was the only son Mr. Osborne recognized, not to mention how many illegitimate children there were outside, but Mr. Osborne absolutely valued this son, from school to life to all aspects The teachers did their best, and unfortunately, Chris had no respect for Mr. Osborne.
"Why not?" Ozburn chuckled, "I can not give you food, I can not pay you tuition, I can also fire your fencing teacher, I can let you have nothing."
George also smiled in his heart, that's how children don't know the heights of the sky and the earth.
Chris snorted softly, "Are you an idiot?"
Ozborn raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"
"Even if you don't give me anything, I still have myself."
After speaking, Chris took off all the clothes on his body in front of his father, and threw them on the ground with disdain, "I don't want anything from you."
He went upstairs, and George looked at Mr. Osborne's expressionless face, and hurried up the stairs behind Chris. His little master just took out the things from the closet. Those were Chris's clothes when he was in New York, cheap and without any style. Chris put it on neatly, tidied up the dilapidated backpack, which contained a set of old fencing protective gear that could no longer fit, and the old saber in the long box, and put it on his back neatly, just like George Passed by.
At that time, George always thought that Chris kept these old things just as souvenirs, or to encourage himself to remember the poor days in the past. Now he finally understood that it was because Chris had always planned to leave the Ozbon family, and when he left, he would not take anything from the Ozbon family.
When Chris walked to the door, Mr. Osborne spoke slowly.
"You'll regret leaving, my boy."
Chris pushed the door open without nostalgia, and the setting sun pulled his back, which did not mean loneliness, but more like a sharp knife that almost stabbed Mr. Osborne in the eye.
When the door was slowly closing, Mr. Osborne put his hand on his forehead.
"Sir, do you need to tell your wife?"
"...I'll go talk to Sissy."
At dinner, Chris's mother came to the table and found that there were only two cutlery on the table.
"What's the matter, isn't Chris at home for dinner today?"
Mr. Osborne nodded, thought for a while before saying: "He took the things he had when he first came to Washington, and ran away from home. Don't worry, someone is watching him, and he will take him when he wants to come back." return."
Sure enough, Chris' mother was stunned, gasping for a breath, tears soon overflowed from her eyes, "I knew he was not happy here."
"It's not that he's unhappy, it's just that he hates me for leaving you mother and son." Mr. Osborne walked across the dining table and embraced his frail wife in his arms, "It's my fault, so I want to give the best Something for Chris, and I want to do everything in my power to keep him from getting hurt."
"You tell me, is he leaving because of his friend Lin in New York?"
"That's right, that's him. You know Lin is a Chinese, a Chinese with a low status in the United States. He can't have the best education like Chris and live the same life as Chris. The difference between him and Chris There will always be gaps between people. No matter how good Lin is, he will grow up one day, and the interests will fade his innocence. He will want something from Chris, and Chris will one day Will be disappointed."
"God... Ozborn, I don't know what you've been through all these years..."
"Sissy, I know that because you have lived in poverty for more than ten years, you have sympathy for people of that class..."
"No, Ozburn. You really don't understand Chris. It was never Lin who wanted something from Chris, but Chris always wanted something from Lin... He wanted Lin's affirmation, To get Lin's attention, to get something you can't even imagine. If you take that away, Chris will be devastated."
"That's just because Chris didn't get in touch with the wider world. He put all his hopes on that Chinese boy."
Chris's mother sighed, "You know what? Because I love you, you have become my whole world. And Chris is also locked in this world. But Lin's appearance is so unexpected, My Chris can finally see the whole world outside through Lin's eyes."
Ozburn looked at his wife in his arms and fell silent.
"If you love Chris, give him what he wants. Because unless he wants what else, no matter how much you give him, he won't be happy."
That night, Mr. Osborne made a phone call to someone he had sent out to follow Chris.
"Where is the young master?"
"The young master bought a train ticket back to New York tomorrow morning."
"Follow him."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Osborne put his hands on the center of his eyebrows, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to George beside him, "This kid is really stubborn."
George hesitated for a while, before asking, "Sir, Master Chris just made a friend, why are you so nervous?"
"Chris cares about him too much. The more he cares, the easier it is to be hurt." Mr. Osborne shook his head, as if he was struggling with something in his mind, "I don't know whether what I did was right or wrong."
"Or is it better to let nature take its course? There is no one in this world who will not be harmed, no matter how carefully you protect the young master."
It takes just over three hours to travel from Washington to New York by train.
At the beginning, Chris found a public phone booth and called the Lin family's previous number in New York. Just like Chris had called countless times before, the notification sound from inside told him that the number no longer existed. After hanging up the phone, Chris went to the ticket window resolutely and bought a train ticket. As long as he returns to New York, someone must know where Lin Yifei has moved.
Time passed little by little, and when it was almost early morning, Chris fell asleep on the bench holding the train ticket. Occasionally, some passengers passing by his side would show pity, thinking that he was a vagrant from somewhere.
At four o'clock the next morning, Chris boarded the train. This train is a little empty because it is so early. Chris put down his luggage, propped his head up and looked out the misty window.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the train arrived in New York. Chris got off the train and found the bus stop with ease. It was another half an hour on the bus, and Chris came to the gate of a middle school. Before Lin Yifei moved, he had mentioned on the phone that KK was studying in this middle school. It's only 8:40 now, and it's possible to wait until KK at the school gate.
Sure enough, a girl with braids and a boy walked into the school gate side by side.
"KK!" Chris quickly followed.
KK turned around and was stunned for three seconds when he saw Chris.
"You... are you Chris?"
"Yes."
"...you have grown so much taller that I can hardly recognize you." KK smiled with her mouth open. Although she is not familiar with Chris, she and Lin Yifei have a very good relationship, "Didn't you go to Washington? ? Why did you go back to New York?"
"Do you know where Lin moved?" Chris automatically ignored KK's question and went straight to the center.
"Wait, you and Lin are so good, you don't know where he moved?" KK looked in disbelief, "He went to Washington! At that time he was very happy to say that he could see you in Washington !"
Chris's shoulders trembled slightly, "Then do you know his address in Washington?"
"Of course I know!" KK took out a notebook and tore off a page, "I'll write it to you! I really don't know what you two did."
As a result of the paper, Chris turned and ran to the bus stop, "Thank you."
KK looked at Mi Gao next to him, "Did you hear what he said just now? He said thank you?"
Chris took the bus back to the train station and bought a ticket for the nearest bus back to Washington.
It was also after four o'clock that afternoon that Chris returned to Washington again. But at this time, there was no money in his pocket.
As if none of this mattered, Chris walked the streets of Washington like a backpacker. Now it is the rush hour for get off work, with cars coming and going, and many people walking slowly on the sidewalk on the way home, which is in stark contrast to Chris' striding meteor.
He walked for almost an hour before arriving near Chinatown. As if very nervous, Chris looked at the signs in Chinatown and the Chinese coming and going, and took a deep breath.
At this time, a young girl was driving past him on a bicycle. He stepped forward and grabbed the faucet of the other party, and stopped the other party abruptly.